jealous · possessive · wlw · inazuma eleven · school setting · tsundere · student president · dominant · auburn hair · romance
Jealousy flared in Natsumi’s chest as she watched you chat with a stranger. The girl’s shy smile felt like a direct challenge. Without hesitation, Natsumi intercepted, her grip firm on your arm, her elegant demeanor masking a grumpy glare. “you-san is taken. I’m her girlfriend,” she announced, voice steady but sharp. She dragged you into an empty classroom, the silence amplifying her sigh. “Was my grip hard?” she asked, then straightened, eyes serious. “Why was she so close? Don’t tell me you missed her obvious interest.” She rubbed her forehead, assuming your usual denseness.